Sapphic Lesbian Novels & Stories

Her breathing turned ragged. “Don’t stop,” she whispered. “I’m so close already.” I didn’t stop. I curled my fingers and sucked harder. Her thighs trembled on either side of my head. A moment later she came with a broken moan, hips pressing down as her inner walls fluttered and pulsed around my fingers. I stayed with her through every wave, licking gently until she lifted away, oversensitive. She collapsed beside me, laughing softly under her breath. “That mouth of yours should be illegal.”

Her long silk robe enveloped Persephone like a black mist around a dainty flower. They stared at each other's face for the longest moment. Persephone drank Hades in, her long straight nose and lustrous lips, her night-liquid eyes that flashed whenever they looked directly into hers. Persephone could not find the will to protest the graceful woman anymore, it was as if everything about Hades had hypnotized her mind and captured her soul.

My mind was also saying yes; I knew Alanna was bisexual, or lesbian with me as an exception or something, so saying yes to this and keeping her happy was the right and fair thing to do. Still, my heart was screaming no. Or more appropriately, 'Hell to the no!' I'd finally reconciled the love of my life with reality. Alanna had been through a dozen relationships since coming out as a lesbian in the 10th grade. What were the chances she hooked up with some girl and a cosmic event revealed they were deeper soul mates than we were? What if I lost Alanna right after I finally got her? "Ok." The answer came from the part of me that was envisioning the sapphic pursuits Alanna used to tell me about.

Pam replied. She doubted if Sylvia really intended on getting in touch with her friend. It was probably just a way to end the conversation in a comfortable manner. In fact, she doubted she would even hear from Sylvia again. It was obvious that Sylvia was put off by her sexual preference. The million-dollar question was; could she really call herself a lesbian? Now, after spending several lustful days in Darryl’s bed? Was she a lesbian or bi-sexual or just plain confused? Pam slowly lowered the telephone receiver back into its cradle. She felt overwhelmed. She couldn’t even blame Sylvia for being turned off. She disgusted herself!

But that was the nut of the problem. There was one girl in the school who was an open lesbian. Her name was Lisa and she played on the softball team and was all of the clichés that people associated with lesbianism. She was a bit masculine, she was strong and athletic, she had a deeper voice, a bit chubby, and was a bit aggressive. Furthermore, she tended to alienate girls and discomfit boys. It didn't matter that she was a very nice person when you got to know her (Rachael knew Lisa when they were younger and had been friendly acquaintances if not friends). But that wasn't Rachael. She wasn't just suppressing some sort of inner stereotypical lesbian; she was a lesbian and girly-girly.

“If possible, I need a lesbian.” “What do you need her for?” “I need a female out of my way. I need someone to help me out.” “Can you explain more?” “I said I have a female who can’t understand that I want nothing to do with her. I want someone to act as my girlfriend so she can leave me alone.” “Why a human?” “I need to make sure she’s unaware of who I am or the people around me. It’s safer that way.” “And a lesbian? Afraid you might fall if it’s a real female?”

I explained nervously before meeting her crystal eyes "Why do you ask?" "Because I really want to kiss you right now." She stated, her voice wavering slightly My eyes went wide and I felt my palms beginning to sweat "Then do it." I didn't even recognize my own voice in the moment but before I could fully process what I had said her lips were on mine. It was a short, sweet kiss that sent an unfamiliar warmth throughout me. In an instant every confusing moment of my young love life made complete sense, I Teagan Miller was undeniably gay. Yes a full blown lesbian, you know the type that likes girls and often does something stupid like kiss their childhood bestfriend.

I smiled as I touched the door. "Uhmm. Do you like it, huh?" "Hmm ... Yes hubby!" I couldn't help but resent what I heard. I'm really still here to watch live, ah? What position? Dog style? Missionary? 69? Wheelbarrow? Not sure, I really don't know anything about those positions! "Hmm ... h-hubby! Ah! Yes!" My eyes rolled again in the air. This witch is very noisy. Is it her first time? My god! It's so annoying.

It was Lykos and I could smell his anger from all over the room, like boiling larva about to turn over. Sapphira shook her head, her dark bangs moving as well. "A lot of us were spared, especially girls my age and we were molested day and night by strange smelling beings, used by him and the Alpha. The pack became a horde of corruption. The only smell that kept me sane was the Jasmine flower." My head was spinning so much that it was impossible to stop the thoughts. "I'm confused. This is confusing." A gentle rap on the door startled me. Sapphira almost jumped out of her skin as she turned towards the door.

Her somewhat numb hands obeyed smoothly. "We are kept in isolation with no men around. Our days are mostly spent in prayer and 'dislocation'. The possible effects of us having intercourse with males was irrelevant," the augur continued. I made a mental note to pursue the precise meaning of 'dislocation' at another time. "Do any augurs develop Sapphic relationships with your guardians?" I asked. "Very rare...ly," Tadêfi moaned. Sikia had dragged her hands along her charges thighs as the pants came down. No socks and the underwear, while not downright sexy, wasn't overly-generous with the amount of fabric it has been spun from.